Perfect StrangersWe met in the bathroom or so I thought.Perfect Strangers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment I saw him in the girls' bathroom, I could tell he had guilt imprinted in every pore of his beautifully textured face.
However, he had not expected me to walk past him without asking why he was there. Instead, I went along doing what I first went to the bathroom to do.
After giving my bladder a break coming out of the stall, he was gone.
I strolled comfortably to the sink. I was about to open the faucet when a faint chemical smell shot up my nostrils.
When I woke up, I was wearing nothing but my baby blue bra and matching panties. My appendages were tied together; hands around my back, legs pulled straight I was unable to feel anything but pain from the rough ropes that kept me stiff. I fainted again.
- - - - -
"Wake up, please, wake up already! There's no time!"
My ears stung as something pulled gently on my hair. I felt like barfing so I opened my eyes.
A familiar face leaned into my sight. Slowly, I lifted my head for a
Cold HandsHe was holding my hand.Cold Hands3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could still remember the first time he had done so. That time, I could tell by his trembling fingers that he was nervous. I could tell by his cold, clammy hands -- that he was nervous, and perhaps afraid.
But not anymore.
I could not tell anymore.
As he was holding on to my hand, this minute, this second, I could no longer sense what he was feeling. His hands no longer shook, and was no longer wrapped in a welcoming layer of warm sweat. Or rather, this was not even holding hands at all, unless placing his palm against mine counts.
"Okay, what?" I gave in with a teary voice.
He and I both knew for some reason, that he wanted me to remember this moment as he slipped his fingers between mine, and squeezed my palm. The faint squeeze he gave felt like a heavy stab to my chest. He embraced me, and held me there, fingers still entwined.
It was dark and misty out in the neighborhood as it was night. The streets were quiet and lonesome -- there wasn't even a cat dancin
Teach Me How To Love"It's Christmas today. Can I hear your answer?" I read on Google Talk the moment I opened my Gmail.Teach Me How To Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What about Christmas?" I typed back immediately, slightly agitated. Why can't he let go?
"Most lovers get their answers on Christmas "
I leaned back on my chair and sighed. "I gave you my answer a long time ago."
"Not even a little bit of that feeling remains?"
"No." And there never was that feeling. By then I was annoyed for the fact that I had given him my answer two months ago before he turned into a jerk.
"Fine! Fine, then."
That was the last I heard from him.
Two months ago, he had said he loved me. He had always been cute and I liked him as a friend.
After his confession, I still hung around him. He had always been a close guy-friend. That was my first mistake. I had given him false hope.
"Can I hug you?" he asked me one day.
One thing that hadn't changed about him was that he's straightforward, and probably the most I've met even until now.
A Year Later12 months later,A Year Later3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I forget
That there was once
A person I adored?
52 weeks later,
Will I remember
What it was like
To be held in your arms?
365 days later,
Will your warmth
Still accompany me
Like those cold nights we've had together?
8,765 hours later,
Will you still
Hold my hands
Until they're the same temperature?
31,556,926 seconds later,
Will there still be "us"?
A year later,
Will I remember
I had once fallen in love?
Will I still be able
To see our shadows
Collapse with each other?
Will I remain faithful,
And love you even after 31,556,926 seconds?
Whether it's 8,765 hours,
Or 365 days, 52 weeks,
Or even just 12 months later --
A year later,
Will it matter to you?
-- Will I matter to you anymore?
Inside My Head.Black.Inside My Head.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, it's definitely pitch black.
I'm pretty sure most of the time it is.
But then again, there are times when it's not.
Sometimes a spotlight drops and I see... a desk.
Normally the desk is messy. I remember it had glue, uhm, ah, yes, and gum everywhere. What else... there were paper clips stuck on to the desk by the lurid pinkish rotten gum. Oh, and we must not forget all those pretty pens and pencils suffocating in the sea of transparent glue. Oh right! There were CD's, and an earphone as well. Hmm... Oh yea, the desk was wooden -- which made it look even messier. Ah, wait. I remember, there was liquid, shooting out in every direction. They looked oily, in a way, and, I'm pretty sure, they're not transparent -- not water -- lemonade or vegetable juice, maybe, or was it both?
When the light flashed over the dark room with nothing but a dirty desk, it hit me -- the desk, disgusting and messy, must resembled my frustrated, yet endless train of thoughts.
Each time ther
Two Seconds "Don't you think good times pass by so fast?"Two Seconds3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times."
"I don't get you." I stood up.
The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today.
There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; the park was occupied by a heavy atmosphere.
He followed and stood up from the bench. "Well, for instance, when you kissed me, you'd wish for it to last longer, right?"
I stared blankly into the pitch bla
F R I E N D S F orgetting to keep their promises andF R I E N D S3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
R ealizing it's too late to lend a hand.
I f they forget about "friendship" one day,
E ager am I to confront them and say:
"N o one treats real friends like strangers,
D ealing even with danger,
S ticking together can heal every wound."
My heartYou say my heart is an organ.My heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something that pumps blood through my body, but this is where I disagree with you.
My heart is where my emotions are.
I'll admit it myself; I sometimes don't let my good emotions shine through.
I hide it away; afraid to be who I want to be.
But, if you get to know me well enough you will see that I'm much more then what anyone expected of me.
I'm not a moody person who is too sarcastic for friends.
I'm a person who loves nature and loves to do things with my friends.
I want to be someone big and adventurous and travel the world.
I want to meet the love of my life and stay with him forever.
I want to have children and have them grow up to be who they want to be.
My heart is where I store my emotions and where I put my wants and wishes.
My heart makes me who I am, and I am only myself.
Autumn Leaf -2010-"Mommy! Mommy! Can Amy eat this leaf?"Autumn Leaf -2010-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can still remember.
8 years ago, I picked up a lonely autumn leaf and ask Mom if I could eat it. And of course, Mom shook the poor tawny leaf out of my little palms and I watched as it drifted back to the ground. Consequently, I cried. As Mom dragged me out of the public park, I squeaked my way back to our apartment.
At that time, I had not known why such a beautiful leaf was not edible. But then, if I think about it now, I'd look at an autumn leaf differently.
Every year, once it gets to the season of Autumn, I would always desire to cuddle with my boyfriend. Autumn is, to me, just as lonely of a season as Fall. I don't know why I think that; ever since a friend told me that fall was such a lonesome season, I couldn't help but think that Autumn was so as well.
Maybe it's because I like it. I mean, I love autumn, why not?
Okay, I lied. I don't love autumn. Not anymore.
Every year, I could always hang over at my boyfriend's house. We'd cud
Me And My Ideal WorldScripting my ideal world with laughter.Me And My Ideal World3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
L I A RL augh in front of my faceL I A R3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I gnite my humiliation within
A nguish of this unfair race
R emember me, I've committed no sin.
lost and foundLost: 1 heartlost and found3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If found you may keep it
The owner does not care anymore
She got what she deserved...My mind was corrupted by malicious jealousy;She got what she deserved...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drowned in regret, and tormented by her ecstasy.
Bitter I was, filled with pure anguish and hate,
disgusted and tortured by our analogous trait.
Lividness was ripping and wrenching at my soul;
abhorrent at the horde of lies she'd told to make you whole.
Brutally suffering in agony and despair,
I viciously sliced with envy, knowing regret he and I would share.
How mistaken and selfish I was to utilise myself,
thinking my grief was damage to him, and not anyone else.
Anxiety and tears filled the eyes of those so dear,
but they never tried to stop the pain, even though it was my fear.
I locked myself away, and just stared at my reflection;
scowling at my evident mistake, and every imperfection.
What was done was done; I couldn't change it if I wanted to.
I could only forget my years of heartache, and somehow start anew.
I thought the name written in my scars would always remain;
reminding me of my misery, and the help I
Erase It from Your MindDo I annoy you?Erase It from Your Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was never my intention.
I never ment to annoy you to the extent that you hate me.
I know you probably don't hate me.
Is it bad to say that I miss you?
I feel stupid for saying it, but it is the truth.
I know it's selfish and I know it's rude, for you are doing a lot of things, but I wish that you would make time out for me.
I try not to think about it. I really do.
I play video games, but that gets boring after a while.
I watch TV but that just makes me feel lonelier.
I don't know what else to do.
God, I sound like an idiot.
Rambling about something that is too stupid to be rambled about.
Forget you saw it.
Erase it from your mind and continue on your way.
It's not like I matter anyway.
T A R G E TT o defend my heart, my soul,T A R G E T3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A re you not unwrapping the hole
R eaching under my fragile ribcage,
G rasping to my heart's content,
E dging towards my freedom,
T hrashing each and every bit of my loneliness?
GameI'm convinced,Game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm convinced that you have me going insane.
I feel lifeless and can't feel a thing.
I'm missing your laugh,
I swear it's in the back of my head.
I'm lying that it doesn't hurt that you're away.
But who am i fooling I want to scream your name.
Don't play this game unless you're willing to take that undying pain.
ask me to love.i.ask me to love.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"hey," you say one day, "sit with me,"
he gives you a smile and does just so.
when your hands find their way around the
back of his neck, thumbs skimming skin, he hums.
"hey," you say quietly, "breathe with me,"
he rests his forehead against yours,
noses brushing and lips on fire;
he closes his eyes and breathes.
"hey," you say hopefully, "live life with me,"
and he laughs, bright and clear.
running a finger down your cheek;
"silly, do you even need to ask?"
empty promises.I'm so sick of your promises,empty promises.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for they are as empty as a starless sky.
Then again, a starless sky at least has depth
you are fucking shallow.
You told me you care
you show that you don't.
And I take it.
Because the girl you've been kissing -
she's long gone.
Just know this -
if you don't keep promises
neither will I.
Three wishesWhat would your three wishes be?Three wishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had three wishes
What would those wishes be?
Perhaps to live forever
You know, immortality?
Or how about a pair of wings
To lift you to the sky?
Or maybe meet your Prince Charming
A dashing, handsom guy?
Or what about telepathy
Secret access to the mind?
Read the thoughts of others
Or control them from inside?
What about world wide peace
To protect the Earth from war?
Or save the lives of innocent
From those who break the law?
Then there's also time travel
Why not revisit your time line?
Or maybe even time control
Now thats what I call "killing time!"
If you had three wishes
Which wishes would you choose?
Hurry up, the genie's waiting
You've got no time to lose!
So tell me, if you had three wishes what would you wish for?
Disappearance of Anne MorganTottering in dark blue heels and clutching a gun like you know how to use it, you collapse against a tree like your backbone has turned to fine glass.Disappearance of Anne Morgan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You've established that the ground tastes of oranges and tomatoes, and reminds you of last summer and the fresh smell of fruit; the pleasure of knowing that you have given birth to something, although the doctor tells you that the way you want it will never be possible. The way he said it, it wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of everything, it wasn't the end of scarlet hair; it was just another woman who could never have a child. But the way you heard it, it was the end of your future. Who knew that two words could kill you? I'm sorry. That's it, that's all you heard before he launched into his clinical speech like a rocket into space, except nowhere near as beautiful. But 'I'm sorry' is all you needed to hear to have all that awful knowing inside like a disease rooting itself in your bones and eating away at the corners of y
Across the OceanI stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart and I swear I could hear you crying.Across the Ocean3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that you didn't break my heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile you left behind.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started raining last night I burned all of my poetry books. Page by page. I can only remember one line:
I know just how it feels
to think of the right thing to say too late.When I think of the right words, I'll write them down. And leave them for the next broken-hearted boy to set on fire.
MoreIt's the way her hair falls over her eyesMore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the way you know shes empty to the core inside
It's how her knees hit the floor
How she holds her head shaking for something more
As she walks down that street her shadow tips and dips
The truth is more is never enough
What is more to you? What is not enough? Tell her.
Tell the lonely girl with her knees on the floor holding her head begging for more
Special DayThe twins looked down in delight.Special Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We have presents this year!"
"Yes, honey, but you have to share."
"But there are two!"
"Yeah! Why do we have to share?"
"Because you do."
"How did you afford this?"
"I just did, sweetie."
"Yes! A jump rope!"
"When will we be able to go back to school?"
"When we stop running."
"Running from what, mommy?"
"Running from everything, honey."
"A teddy bear!"
"I love this tree, mama."
"Yeah, mommy, how did we get this?"
"I didn't. It's not our tree, or our house."
"Then why are we here?"
"Because we are."
"Now enjoy your gifts."
She's only eighteen. The twins are four. Her boyfriend took all their money and ran. They've been living on the streets for six months. The mother robbed a deli. Gained $12.50 from it for the gifts. They broke into this deserted house for this special day.